(In the fields, we toil and glide,)

Chime of the tabla, let our hearts abide,

As the sun dips low, golden grains arise,

From soil to sky, where the harvest lies.

[Spoken Word]

Come gather around, the stories unfold,

Of love, of laughter, in the evenings so bold.

Every wrinkle tells of the toil in the sun,

Souls intertwined, united as one.

(Our hands like the wind, dance through the night,)

Singing of joy, in the flickering light,

The dhol beats echo, through valleys and trees,

Whispers of dreams carried on the breeze.

[Build-up]

With each sprinkle of water, hope flows anew,

The moon smiles down, casting dreams so true.

Fields bathed in silver, under gentle glow,

Weaving the tales where our spirits flow.

[Freestyle]

Dance, oh my heart, like a leaf on the stream,

In the arms of the night, we chase every dream.

Our roots run deep, like the tales of the past,

Together we rise, our shadows are cast.

(Now here in the circle, with hearts all aligned,)

The stories we share, forever entwined.

Rich aromas linger, bring forth delight,

Our lives are a melody, our love is the light.

[Solo]

(Tabla echoes intensify)

In the whispers of silence, the love song is spun,

With laughter as fuel, together we run.

Through the thick of the nights, under stars that will guide,

With family and friends, we are forever tied.

(With every beat, we connect the strands,)

Tracing our paths in these weathered hands.

Chasing the seasons, through thick and through thin,

In the heart of Punjab, let our tales begin.

[Fade-Out]

With rhythms of life, as our stories unfold,

Forever we sing, the harvest we hold.

The tabla keeps talking, and the moon, she smiles wide,

In the soul of Punjab, forever we bide.